I live on an island in the Pacific Northwest. In the springtime, the sun peeks out momentarily from the clouds and is just as quickly obscured again. In autumn, the October rains soak us and soak our feet and soak the ground and the wind whips steady off the sound and the hard skies are close enough to touch, or they touch us. These are transitional times, which seem always more interesting to me than the fixed positions of summer or winter, with their stateliness and steadiness and all apparent certainty of forms.

 

photo credit Jay Bryant 2014